Kirni Says…

What I Learned From The Mindy Project

How to deal with kids.

How to know if somebody really loves you.

And how to deal with somebody who doesn’t love you.


We are all entitled to our rights because fuck arteries!

How to make friends.

And how to keep friends.

And who really needs friends when wine exists?

And speaking of wine… How to look and feel your best at a party? Two words: Wine Bra.

And if wine can’t cheer you up, there’s only one other cure for sadness.

Because… fuck arteries!

No matter how bad your hair day is, it’s really not that bad. Only this is THAT bad.

Don’t underestimate people. If there’s white people that can dance, there’s people that can do anything!

Dieting? Fuck that noise! Diarrhea has you covered.

Charity and fighting for a cause you believe in is important, no matter what that cause may be.

Most importantly, don’t stress out if life isn’t going as planned. It’s just buffering!


Why I’ll Miss Robin Williams

I don’t think anything has ever blown up my social media feeds the way Robin William’s death has. I guess that shows just what an impact this man had on the world. It breaks my heart to know someone who made so many of us happy was so unhappy himself that he saw no other way out, but death. I’m not one to follow celebrity news, but I honestly cried. I even cried on my way to work this morning as I listened to an amazing tribute one radio station had compiled about him.

When I think of Robin Williams, I don’t just think of another actor who was able to make me laugh, I think of a man who inspired me and reminded me so much of my dad. The first time I watched Mrs. Doubtfire was the first time I realized how much power there was in laughter and watching Robin made me want to be funny too. Over the years, I was inspired by multiple comedians, but next to my dad, Robin Williams was where my love for comedy began. All I wanted to be was funny and even as early as elementary school, my sense of humor was what everyone knew me for. During lunch hour, I’d quickly scarf down my lunch and then stand against the chalkboard and put on a performance for my class while they ate lunch. Everyday I’d do imitations and crazy voices and laughs. As we transitioned to high school, my friends became more and more self conscious about what others would think of them while I went in the opposite direction. I didn’t care what anybody thought of me, I was crazy and loud and had fun everyday and I don’t regret a moment of it. Where’d I get the inspiration to stay true to myself? From the man who was willing to dress like an old lady to make the world laugh. If he could be loud and outrageous, why couldn’t I?

And then I discovered Good Morning Vietnam. The very first time the idea of being a radio host ever came into my mind was the very moment I first saw Robin bellow out, “GOOOOOOOD MORNING VIETNAM!” God, I could watch the one clip over and over and over again. We even played it on our news show this morning. As I grew up, I changed my career choice almost as often as I changed my clothes, but radio was always what I came back to. Even when I was well on my way to becoming a teacher, I would watch Robin say those three magical words and I’d instantly begin to weigh the pros and cons of ditching teaching to take a risk with radio.

Yes, Robin Williams was an icon, but he also had a magic about him. That magic is why his death has affected so many people. He made the us feel good and in the words of Maya Angelou, “people will never forget the way you made them feel.” I could never forget the impact he had on where I am in my life right now and I wish so badly that he hadn’t taken his own life.

It’s so tragic that a man who spent his life making the world laugh died of sadness and I can only hope that he finally has peace. Rest in smiles Robin Williams, I can truly say the world will forever be a little darker without you.

My Guilty Conscience

On Saturday night, I was driving up the street to house at about two in the morning. Suddenly, the cars in front of me swerved to the right and I quickly slammed my breaks when I noticed there was a woman in the middle of the street. The other cars quickly drove away, but my conscience got the better of me, so I rolled down my window and asked her if she needed help. She started frantically waving a twenty dollar bill in my face and told me she’d give it to me if I would drive her up the road. I started weighing the risk factors in my head. She seemed sober, she was a middle aged female, she had nothing on her but a plastic grocery bag, and she was clearly very distressed. On the other hand, her shorts had pockets, her bag could be concealing a weapon, and she was clearly very distressed.

As I was trying to decide what to do next, she started telling me about how her son was in an emergency situation and because of the music festival that’s in town, a cab would take an hour and a half. I asked her if she had called the police and she said they were on their way to her house. I told her I would call a cab for her, but like she had said, the lines were completely tied up. So I looked at her and decided I couldn’t leave her stuck there when her son was in danger. She came around to the passenger side and I completely panicked and started apologizing profusely for being too scared to let her in my car. She started offering me more money and I told her I didn’t want money and started dialing a different cab company. As I was doing this she started crying and said she would just run home and started running up the street.

I felt absolutely terrible. I sat in my car on the corner of the street wondering what I should do and tried again to see if I could get a hold of a cab. That was unsuccessful so I looked up the non-emergency police line, which was also in vain. I sat in my car a few minutes trying to decide if I should go looking for her, but my overactive imagination starting painting terrifying pictures of her suddenly pulling a weapon on me.

Since that night, I haven’t been able to stop wondering what happened and if everything was okay in the end. I think what troubles me most is that I really wanted to help her, but I was just too scared. Every time I think about it, I’m reminded of a recent incident at a busy mall where a woman’s purse was stolen. As she ran after the thief, screaming for help, all but one of about a hundred people simply watched.

I can’t help but think how we got here. Have we become socially inept? Do we just not care? Or has the world become so scary that we don’t feel safe helping each other anymore? And if any of this is true, what good are we to each other or this world?

Bittersweet Birthday

My dog’s birthday is the most bittersweet day of the year for me. He turned six yesterday and as I lit a candle on an icecream cone I couldn’t help, but notice the gray hairs growing on his happy face. I remember when I celebrated his first birthday. It was a few months before I was diagnosed with Big Mike and at that time I never knew just how attached I was gonna get to him in the next year. Celebrating his second birthday was still a lot of fun, but only two weeks later, he was attacked by another dog and as I stood there bawling my eyes out at the vet’s office, I realized just how much he meant to me. Over the years, there’s been a few times where he’s had mishaps and every time it happens I’m hit with this horrible feeling that I’ve never felt before.

Just a few days ago, my cousin accidentally left the front door wide open and Gabbar took this as his cue to run for the hills. It was dark out and he was sniffing something on the lawn across the street when a car came around the corner. And in true Gabbar fashion, he chose that moment to run back towards me. Without even thinking I ran into the path of the car screaming so loud that my throat was sore for days afterwards. Luckily that poor driver managed to swerve around Gabbar and me, but once again, I was left with this horrible feeling of almost losing Gabbar. We got him inside and I left for work, but my heartbeat just wouldn’t return to normal even hours later. I came home that night and cried into his fur as I hugged him and I wondered, like I have so many times in the past six years, how I would ever be able to live without him. Sometimes I even wonder if I would have been better off without getting a dog, then I realize regardless of his life span, I’d never regret all the time I’ve spent with him. Even if everything else is going wrong, Gabbar is the consistent positive force in my life and I wouldn’t give that up for anything.

Gabbar’s first birthday.

Happy birthday buddy, if I had one wish, you would live forever.


Happy Monday!

Mondays are tough. I think they’re tough for everybody, but sometimes I feel like mine are at a different level. I host a show on Sunday nights until one in the morning and am back at work by eight. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, but I commute an hour home then commute an hour back. I also have difficulty falling asleep when I get home because it’s hard to wind down after the show, so usually I sleep about two or three hours.

Regardless of all this, I’m not writing this post to moan and groan about my Mondays, it’s actually to do the opposite. Whenever I wake up feeling tired, grumpy, or negative, I force myself to start thinking positive thoughts. As crazy as it may sound, it hasn’t failed me yet. Every time I do it, my day ends up being awesome whereas if I let negativity get to me, my day becomes a series of mishaps.

With that being said, here’s five things I’m happy about today:


  • Gabbar. I love waking up with him cuddled against my legs.
  • Waking up to the sun shining through my window!
  • Coffee. Coffee and I are in love, and we do some serious bonding on Mondays.
  • That no matter how much of a cranky pants I am in the mornings, my mom never fails to say “Have a good day!” as I’m headed out the door.
  • My iPod. How do I keep myself awake during my commute? I put on my “wake up” playlist and dance and sing around to the point that people stare.

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I go to the same Tim Hortons every morning and almost always get my coffee from the same lady.

Today as I was getting my coffee, the lady looked at me and said, “Why do you always look so excited?”

I replied, “Because I am.”

So she asked me, “But you’re like this everyday, what do you find to be so excited about every singe day.”

My answer?



I graduated in December, but the ball was dropped on my graduation application and wasn’t completed until after the winter convocation. Actually, it was processed the morning of the ceremony. Anyway, yesterday I was finally able to cross the stage! I guess because it had been so long since I graduated, I was indifferent to going, but I knew it meant a lot to my parents and considering everything they’ve been through with me, I couldn’t take that away from them. Once I was there though, it was unreal. Just the feeling of knowing I did it was amazing, I hadn’t anticipated feeling so awesome, but I did and I’m so glad I went. My parents were also ecstatic and I’m glad we got to experience it together. This was definitely one of my favourite days ever with these two.


Happy Father’s Day!

Everything I know about happiness, I learned from this incredible man.


Photo: Everything I know about happiness, I learned from this incredible man. #dad #happiestpersoniknow #forevergratefultohavehimasmydad #lovehim #bestdadever


Today was an incredibly happy day for my family because my baba turned 100! He has achieved so much in his 100 years and is still going strong. He came to Canada in 1932, was a professional wrestler, and ran his own trucking business until he was 84! 84!!! His kindness and wisdom has touched so many lives that the gurdwara was overflowing with over 500 people who came to celebrate his birthday. Numerous newspapers and TV stations have also featured his story over the last few days and I am so proud to me able to call him baba. He’s taught me the value of hard work, determination, and most importantly, of family. I will be forever grateful for having his presence in my life and hope I can live a life that’s even half as great as his has been.




Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day to the amazing woman who puts up with all my craziness. I can’t imagine anyone else who could deal with all the ups and downs that come with having me as a daughter the way she has. Whether it was fighting monsters under the bed or fighting my cancer, she did it with a smile and never ever gave up on me. In a world where so much can go wrong, I’m grateful to have my mom.



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